“Oh, no thanks,” the Repairman replied. After a moments thought, he asked, “Could I take one for the road, though?”
He was grateful for a better conversation piece, and he relaxed somewhat.
“Can’t say I know it,” he replied, casually. “Why?”
Bowyetta nodded, and handed over the unopened can. “W-well…”
Bowyetta had never actually thought about it before, but Bowyers didn’t HAVE much of a society. From what she could recall, her kind were basically uncontrollable, except by Smithy himself.
“To be certain, Mr. Sir… Bowyer society… Much unpleasant is being. In order to being successful amongst Bowyetta’s kind… You must be willing to be causing harm to others.” She started to look a bit sad. As a Bowyer, she still held a certain fondness for destruction and chaos, and yet… She had no desire to actually hurt people.
“B-But… Bowyetta…” She started tearing up again. “She is not being like them at all… Is she?” She looked at the Repairman. “Is Bowyetta not much being different?”
The Repairman took the can and pocketed it. It would stay cool in his hammerspace, he hoped.
As he listened to Bowyetta, he moved a little closer, and moved to pat the Bowyer’s…erm…back.
“You could have shot me out of the house when I came in,” he replied, not unkindly. “You could have just ditched me after I distracted those guys. In fact, that was the original plan. I’m glad you’re different from the other Bowyers, if that’s what you’re asking.”
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